II + 

Lo, now my life is gone unto eclipse + 

Upon thy perilous bosom; lo, I die, + 

Faint with the utter whole of exstasy, + 

With unassuaged lips against thy lips, + 

That can give no more joy; lo, at the place + 

Of utter joy, lo, at joy’s far-off throne, + 

Which none shall reach, with eyes now weary grown, + 

I lie slain at its utmost golden base. + 

Yea, we have call’d the white stars to behold + 

Our pale and fainting faces sick with joy; + 

O regal lips that shall death’s sting destroy, + 

I have suck’d bare life’s cup upon thy breath! + 

Kiss me to death! + 

Lo, now our lips are cold, + 

Wilt thou not bring new joy, O Death, O Death? + 